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Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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AA here.

Sorry for the wait. School just started so I have had a lot on my mind lately.

Things are heating up for the Asset, and it will only get more intense.

Hope you all like this part.

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The Asset tries pouring a generous amount into its right hand but overestimates the sunscreens thickness. It slips between the fingers and over the side of the palm. The Asset quickly brings it to Handler Rogers's chest before anymore is sloppily wasted on the floor.

The cream makes a loud smacking sound and starts running down Handler Rogers in thick rivulets. The Asset looks up for a moment to judge Handler Rogers's reaction.

He seems to be suppressing a smile. The Asset worries for a moment that the sudden heat in its face might be due to some allergic reaction to the sunscreen but that seems unlikely.

Working with only one arm, the Asset meticulously spreads out an as even coverage as possible. The layer seems too thick at first, compared to the Asset's own chest, but then it remembers how angry-red and sore Handler Rogers's skin ended up last time, so it decides to leave the chest as is.

Handler Rogers is warm and smooth under the Asset's hand. Completely hairless like the Asset is from the neck down. He doesn't even need to shave his face, unlike the asset. Possibly due to the difference between their formulae. Hydra had the Asset's body hair permanently removed for reasons of hygiene and presentability, leaving facial hair to grow naturally since it could be cultivated as part of a disguise if necessary.

Applying the sunscreen to Handler Rogers goes faster than the Asset had expected, even with some areas already covered by the swimming shorts.

Everything goes blurry, except for Handler Rogers. The world fades away, and the Asset can focus on this one thing: protecting Handler Rogers. Doing this seems to resonate with something deep inside, something that goes beyond the Asset's programming.

It doesn't matter that Handler Rogers never take the Asset with him during field missions.

Handler Rogers doesn't utilize it for combat. Instead the hours pass at a snail's pace when the Asset is placed in lockdown while Handler Rogers is out risking his life. Not a single second goes by without the Asset wondering if he will ever come back, it pictures all the possible ways he could be hurt or even killed.

In those moments the Asset “wants” to be there, to move Handler Rogers out of the way of a death-ray, to take the sniper bullet meant for his head, to jump on the grenade that land at Handler Rogers feet.

The Asset can't do anyone of those things, because it isn't stable. On the battlefield it would just be a loose canon, a risk. The Asset's combat experience is worthless because Handler Rogers can't trust it in that way.

Just after Handler Rogers took proper possession of the Asset, one of his teammates, Sam Wilson, codename: Falcon, came too close to it. The Asset doesn't remember what happened, but security cameras recorded how the Asset broke Mr Wilson's arm and almost strangled him to death with a shoelace before Handler Rogers interfered.

As if that wasn't bad enough, there are still words in the Asset's head that can steal it away from Handler Rogers. Words that could be employed by anyone to turn the Asset against the Avengers, against Handler Rogers.

So the Asset isn't allowed to come with Handler Rogers on field missions. When Handler Rogers is out, it stays locked up in the basement of Stark Tower, inside of a fortified bunker, restrained and immobilized. It is necessary, not just to prevent anyone unauthorized from accessing the Asset, but also for making sure it can't harm anyone or itself in Handler Rogers's absence.

But, it doesn't matter.

None of that matters because, right now, the Asset gets to protect Handler Rogers in this small way. It isn't much, but in the Asset's unreliable condition it's more than anyone could have asked for.

The Asset comes back to reality crouching on its knees, stroking up and down Handler Rogers's ankle with its right arm. The left hand holding the ruptured remains of a tube of sunscreen messily dripping onto the floor. It drops the destroyed item as if burned.

“Hey, you with me?” Handler Rogers asks in a faint voice.

The asset takes its hand off his leg, and shuffles back to press its forehead into the ground in front of Handler Rogers's feet. Hands next to its head, palms flat, fingers splayed and vulnerable on the blue tiles.

“The Asset apologizes for damaging Handler Rogers's property. It is ready to receive its punishment, Sir.” The Asset says in a dead monotone.

Handler Rogers takes a hasty step back. The Asset flinches at the motion so close to its head.

The room is silent for a moment. Then Handler Rogers asks, “Where are you, Asset?” in a firm tone.

“Inside the Bathroom of Handler Rogers's Stark Tower apartment, Sir,” the asset answers woodenly.

The words are once more gentle again when Handler Rogers praises it and asks about his own name.

Some of the tension fades. Among the countless of sneering faces, cruel voices and favoured torture implements, individual handlers melt together into a single multiheaded amalgamation. Next to that, Handler Rogers, kindness and safety incarnate, stands out like the North Star, a bright and unmistakable light in the dark void of night. The one thing to always stay firm enough to navigate by on the stormy sea.

“You are the Asset's Handler -Steven Grant Rogers- Captain America, Sir.” The asset is absolutely sure of this fact.

Handler Rogers exhales slowly, not sighing, just slowly breathing. “Good job,” he praises.

Some more of the tension eases up.

“What is rule number one?” Handler Rogers asks calmly. The Asset twitches. It hadn't thought about its words and casually broke the rules by asking for punishment when it wasn't its place to do so!

The Asset can practically see the special treat go up in smoke, a promising morning wasted on a sloppy mistake.

“The Asset apologizes for intruding on Handler Rogers right by attempting to dictate its punishment, Sir. It will submit to Handler Rogers's judgement, Sir.” The Asset tries to inject as much regret as possible into the apology without sounding like it's begging.

By showing proper contrition, the Asset might just be able to salvage this situation enough to at least be allowed to serve as a bedwarmer come nightfall. Things still haven't reached the same levels of disaster as yesterday, so if the Asset can just get better and keep focusing on Handler Rogers there doesn't have to be two bad days in a row.

Handler Rogers said that he doesn't expect perfection all day, every day. That bad days are permitted because he knows there are things outside its control. That the point is to have, overall, more good days than bad ones.

Yesterday was a bad one.

The Asset averages out at three bad days to every four good ones, just barely towing the line. Two consecutive bad days might very well push it over, make it more of a hassle than it’s worth.

Handler Rogers doesn't say anything at first. “The sunscreen was an accident, so I won't hold it against you. As for asking for a punishment, I think that no harm means no foul, so I will ask. Did you hurt yourself?”

There is something cloying the Asset's windpipe again and another round of tears bead at its eyes but Handler Rogers said it would need the water so the Asset blinks them away before they can fall and forces out a strained, “ No, Sir.”

“Let me see your face,” Handler Rogers orders gently.

The Asset looks up, straining its neck to not raise anything else. Handler Rogers towers over it like a giant. Yet there's a calm, reassuring smile on his lips.

“Further, so I can reach you. Kneel up for me, please.” The command is dressed as a soft request but it is still an order, and he holds out a hand at hip height to let the Asset know it doesn't need to stretch up so far as to rest all weight on the knees. The warmth and fuzziness is coming back again, everything might not be lost after all.

Once the asset is upright, folded forearms in back, chest pushed out and ass resting on heels, Handler Rogers brushes a thumb over its forehead. The warm spot that rested on the heated tiles tingling under his touch.

Handler Rogers is looking at it with a curious expression. The asset doesn't understand what he searches for, but it will give whatever that might be to him if it is able. The Asset would give its life for Handler Rogers, but he already owns it fully and doesn't want its life.

Handler Rogers just wants the Asset to live. Live to serve another day.

If Handler Rogers finds what he looks for, the Asset doesn't know. The searching glimmer in his eyes goes away after a moment. He looks away and the Asset does the same, locking its gaze to the floor where it belongs. His hand stays by the side of its head though, giving the asset something to rest against.

“You did a good job with the sunscreen. I don't think I'll even get a mild tan like this...Which means I can enjoy the sun the entire day.” The Asset can hear the smile in Handler Rogers's voice.

It did good, it pleased Handler Rogers even if it can't fully remember everything. The Asset's cock starts to harden yet again.

“Just clean this up, and we'll go up top. Wait! Use this, here!” Handler Rogers quickly amends his orders when the Asset bends down, stretching out a tongue to lick the sunscreen of the floor. He holds out a roll of toilet paper for it.

The asset takes the equipment with its right hand made out of flesh, the left metal one still messy from the accident.

Cleanup takes a couple of minutes with just one hand. Afterwards the Asset is instructed to clean the residual sunscreen from between the plates on its hand with warm water in the basin. Manually bending the digits backwards one by one to get underneath the concealed spaces takes even longer. The Asset muses over whether it would have been quicker to just lick the mess up, but it doesn't question Handler Rogers's orders because it is not its place to do so.

Once everything is good, the Asset kneels down before Handler Rogers, who’s been sitting on the stool in the corner, waiting.

“Good job, Asset. Let's go outside then,” Handler Rogers says as he stands up to exit the bathroom. The Asset follows him, crawling on all four, to the side and slightly behind him in the proper formation.

Once by the door, the Asset hesitates, unsure if Handler Rogers has forgotten or is purposefully ignoring the mundanely looking dresser by the side.

Handler Rogers has one hand on the door handle when the Asset pipes up, “Sir, what about the safety gear?”

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I love this part.

Is it too much to hope the safety equipment mean Steve leashes it?

AA here.

The safety gear is, as the name implies, for keeping things safe.

Specifically, two things. These two things are as follows:

1. The Asset. Keeping the Asset safe from everyone else.

2. Everyone else. Keeping everyone else safe from the Asset.

If these two goals are best achieved by a leash, then the Asset will very much be leashed.

Thank you for commenting!

DA:

What does it say about me, that the moment I read "keeping the Asset safe from other people" I immediately jumped to "muzzle."

DA:

I thought muzzle as well. :D

Excellent as usual, A!A

AA here.

All I am saying is...Maybe...

What do you think? How would a muzzle help keep others/the Asset safe?

I mean, a muzzle is normally used to keep things out of the mouth, right? How could that possibly be relevant?

(Yeeeesssss....)

Thanks for commenting.

DA:

A muzzle would prevent anyone from putting anything in its mouth or the Asset from biting or taking anything into its mouth that it isn't supposed to have. In case they run into someone and the Asset gets confused. A muzzle would prevent accidental misbehavior.

First muzzle anon here:

Dearest AA, please take this wherever you were planning -- I was just idly thinking muzzle, because I've been on a doggy!Bucky kick recently, and a muzzle would stop Bucky from biting and would also stop people from putting unwanted things in his mouth. But your Bucky here is clearly not a doggy!Bucky. Although ... a leash is a good way to keep other people safe, but there should be a good way to keep Bucky safe from other people, too. If it's just a leash, Bucky might be worried that he'd have to sit there and accept whatever other people deal out. Maybe his Winter Soldier mask, which (a) protects his mouth, and (b) gives him implicit permission to to into WS mode and defend himself?

Anyway, that was just me idly brainstorming. Will be happy with whatever you'd decided.

AA here.

While this isn't intended as a full on doggy!Bucky story I do have a kink for pet-play the size of the moon. I was planning from the start on incorporating quite a number of those elements, but not in an overt doggy!Bucky sense.
So while there will be a number of props of that category (Yes. muzzle, collar, crawling etc) the point won't be to get the Asset into an explicit Puppy-space mindset.

Stepping out of the Asset's POV to explain the situation.
The long term goal is to get the Asset socialized with non-handler people in a setting that doesn't involve it being passed around like a party favor.
Unfortunately this has to be done in stages since the Asset still doesn't trust anyone who is not Handler Rogers and literally can't process the idea that it deserves better without flipping out in a WS!rampage.
Primarily, the safety gear is designed to make the Asset harmless to other people because it really is a danger to others. It isn't allowed to fight anymore for this reason, remember.
Secondly, the safety gear is also designed to make the Asset feel protected from people taking sexual advantage of its helpless state. Though this is, in reality, unnecessary because the Avengers would never do something like that to it. The Asset believes they will however, because that is the only reality it can understand.
By "pretending" to be possessive of the Asset and staking his "claim" on it with the safety gear, Steve hopes to enable the Asset to take the first steps towards trusting people.

You are absolutely correct on every point, except that the Asset does not have permission to "go into WS mode and defend himself".

So the Asset can chill out and relax because there is no way anyone can do anything truly bad to it when it wears the safety gear.
The apartment has become the Asset's safety zone, Handler Rogers it's safety person and the safety gear is literally it's "safety gear".

I hope I made som sense in all this rambling. If something isn't clear please let me know and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
I love answering the questions of my readers.

Thank you for commenting!

DA, How about headphones? The trigger words are a concern, after all.

I was thinking leashes, too, I won't lie!

Awwww, poor Steve.

AA here.

Some of you may have noticed a similarity between Asset Management and many of Dsudis's works.
This is not a coincidence. I was hugely inspired by their stories such as 'Dinner for Two', 'A Thread of Light' and their currently ongoing AMAZING 'All These Burning Hearts in Hell' series.
Dsudis is truly the giant on who's shoulders I stand. They were the one who introduced me to the breathtaking dumpster world.
If it weren't for them, I would never have started writing Asset Management.
If you like hurt!Bucky being comforted by heartbroken!Steve, but haven't read their stories then head over to Dsudis at
http://dsudis.tumblr.com
Or
http://archiveofourown.org/users/dsudis/pseuds/Dira%20Sudis
For amazing feels, top notch writing and the friendliest space you will ever find this side of the internet.

I just wanted to give proper credit where it is deserved.

*sighs* this is perfect, AA! Thank you so much for writing! I am craving NOT OKAY BUCKY so much and this is everything I wanted! <3 Love it!

This is some of the best trash I have ever rolled in, Author!Anon. I had to stop and get a tissue for this section a couple times over. Thank you so much for the feels.

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